Friday, March 25, 2016

“But by the time I began to attend school I started to encounter people with less faith in my abilities to reach my goals. People who didn’t think I was smart enough and would call on the boys instead of the girls, even though the girls had better grades. Asking my brother what career plan he had, but me what kind of man I wanted to marry.” – Mail On Line

And do tell, Our Lady, what was your answer - what kind of man did you want to marry?

A community organizer?

Community Organizer: a fake job used to fill otherwise blank resumes

Choom Gang-banger?

Martial arts expert?

Great Leader (from behind)?:

Pissant?

Athlete?

Strong international leader?

Brilliant campaign strategist?

Hopeless romantic?

Eloquent, articulate speaker?

Dancing Queeen?

Gay Blade?

Did I already mention pissant?

Oh right, I did.

Self-involved narcissist?

Perhaps Our Lady of Perpetual Grievances should have spent a bit more time thinking about her answer to the question “what kind of man do you want to marry?” and a little less time worrying about how she was being objectified, marginalized and otherwise denied her rights. If she had, she may never have entered her pact with the devil.

Behold, the Light-Bringer

For all observant Christians, may your Good Friday be filled with prayer, reflection and contrition.